Trapped

Trapped

A cement box. 4 impenetrable walls that lock her inside of this place. Time after time she’s tried calling out, but not even her voice is capable of seeping through such a barrier. She can’t understand how she ended up here, or why she feels so helpless at this moment. In her mind before becoming trapped she had many options, countless amounts of possibilities for her to pursue. So why now does there only seem to be one choice? Could a small mistake like that really have led to her ultimate failure? 

As she was growing up she was taught to succeed. To win in everything she does and to accept nothing less than perfect. For a long time that was what she did. Hating herself for her failures and imperfections and taking her accomplishments in a negative way. Her mind had become so twisted that she really did believe that she would fail if she made the smallest mistake, so she made a pact, a pact to never fail. To never end up here, trapped. So how did she get here? And is there really no way out? 

There must not be a way out. This is her fate. To sit and think about the failure that ruined her life. Ruined her future. One mistake, one decision that goes against anything someone else says and her future is destroyed. Who gives them the right to say that she is now useless? That she cannot benefit society because of how she behaved in a classroom. A time in her life that just couldn’t compete with schoolwork or a job. A time in her life that should have been about wonder and wanting to see the world instead of suffering and helplessness. All taken away from her in her early years. It doesn’t matter how hard she worked at the beginning, all that matters is the end. And in the end they deemed her unworthy, everyone did. So now she sits here in silence, no friends, no family. Just failure. 

With the weight of her failures and a future that she let so easily slide out of her grasp, the girl sits. She knows she cannot escape this place, who can find escape from their own mind? The girl knows it's helpless to have hope, she can almost hear her happiness float out of her body at this point.With her hands folded neatly on her lap like she was taught the girl bows her head, and cries.